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March Selected 

Invocation 

Chorus A Hunting We Will Go 

At Twilight 
Selections a Our Students' March 
b Sweet Melody Waltz 



Graduation Exercises 

Mrs. Gene Kimball 

Rev. Stead Thornton 

Glee Club 



High School 

Orchestra 



Pageant : The Gateway 



CAST OF CHARACTERS 



Prologue 

Spirit of Wilmington High School 

Graduate 

Health 

Understanding 

Accuracy 

Observation 

Appreciation 

Expression 

Service 

Labor 

Agriculture 

Commerce 

Medicine 

Law 

Fine Arts 

Character 

Hand Maiden to Character 

(Miss Hortense Wood at the 



Alfred Woodman 

Olive Surrette 

Muriel Gebhard 

Mary Carter 

John Cooke 

Robert Hefler 

Chester Hinxman 

Celia Cominsky 

Sylvia Neilson 

Watson Glover 

Alfred Woodman 

Helen Butters 

John Wilson 

Lowell Laffin 

Closson Blaisdell 

Muriel Marfleet 

Eloise Park 

Marie Lundborg 

organ) 



Selections from Carmen Orchestra 

Selection Holy Art Thou Glee Club 

Selection Sundown Sextette 

Presentation of Diplomas and Medals 

Washington and Franklin Medal for excellence in study of 

United States History Watson Alexander Glover 

Benediction Rev. Arthur A. Simmons 

March Selected Mrs. Kimball 

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HONOR STUDENTS 
MURIEL GEBHARD SYLVIA NEILSON ELOISE PARK 



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Class History 

CHESTER HINXMAN 

On the ninth of September, 1926, the good 
ship "Spirit of '29," the first educational air 
cruiser, started its first flight. This, the first 
and most wonderful of its kind, was to cruise 
around the world of Education, touching at the 
ports and spots best adapted to admittance to 
the young and tender minds of timid Freshmen. 

We had spent eight years in preparation for 
this great flight — years in which much play was 
indiscreetly but joyfully mixed with little work 
on the part of the pupils, and much labor on 
the part of our dearly beloved teachers. But 
finally the work of preparation was finished and 
we were given a ten-week vacation in which to 
recuperate for the beginning of the first flight. 

On that memorable ninth the Wilmington 
High School airport was all excitement. The 
take-off was at hand! At 8.15 the great motors 
roared and the Spirit of '29 was off ! At first the 
flight was rather wobbly, and the first, year it 
u ook nil the brains and skill of the teachers to 
keep the craft awing. This year was confined 
to study, and that inevitable Freshman question 
"Shall I get by?" Some were frightened and 
quit. Others were not clever enough to make 
the grade, but the ship finally came safely to 
port. 

Another period of ten weeks in which the 

plane was refueled, repaired and tested, the 
class of '29, aeronautical world tour, boarded 
the plane and took off. During this flight the 
pupils stopped at more ports, gathered more in- 
formation and grew older. It was planned that 
we stop at Switzerland and go for a sleigh ride; 
bnt differences came up between the students 
•md a battle roysd took place. When we finally 
landed in Switzerland we found that the heat of 
our arguments had melted all the snow, and we 
wouldn't go sleigh-riding after all! We managed 
o live and yes, even study, after this great dis- 
ippointment, and we landed safely at the High 
ichool airport with only three or four students 
laving succumbed to brain fever. 

After the orthodox vacation, which we really 
lidn't need and which some indeed did not 
/ant, we set off again — Juniors! Only one 
hort year and we should he Seniors. Cocks of 



the walk! We were all blithe and happy for, 
though we knew that we would have to work, 
we also knew that we were so wise that we 
could use at least half of our time in play. 

Immediately we set out on a round of pleas- 
ures. We gave a successful costume party in 
November; then we took a census of the town; 
and although it was not exactly play the know- 
ledge that the class would receive real money 
for the work was a great pleasure. After that 
we put on a stunt for the Library Council 
"stunt night" which was very successful. The 
last party of the year was a Farewell party 
which we gave to the Seniors. We were glad to 
see them go because we knew that we would be 
taking their places the next year. 

After we had recovered 'from the Farewell 
party we embarked on the last stage of our tour. 
Seniors! Kings of the school! The most digni- 
fied, the most wonderful, the brainiest people in 
the world! We must uphold our record, our 
rpputation. We were now the upperclassmen. 
The first part of this, our last flight in the Spirit 
of '29, was spent in work. The first social affair 
took the shape of a Hallowe'en ball, at which 
everyone had a good time and the Seniors made 
some more money. The Christmas social was 
not such a success, but the class plunged into 
the work of the Senior play with unabated en- 
thusiasm. The Senior play is usually a financial 
success, but this year it was doubly so. And 
why not? Look around you and you will see 
the people who helped to make it a success! 
Watson Glover and Eloise Park in the main 
lead, and Muriel Gebhard in the comedy lead. 
AH the members of the class worked hard and 
long, and the play was a real success. 

On Thursday, June 20, 1929, we landed at 

the Wilmington Educational airport, our woik 

ended. 

Now we are listening to the last pages of 

our history together. Tomorrow we go out— 

some to pursue the higher education, others to 

bee. me immediately working factors in the 

gresU game of life. W^hat will our history be 16 

years from now? Where shall we be? What 

shall we be doing? Miss Sylvia Neilson will 

answer these questions for us. 



Class Prophecy 

SYLVIA D. NEILSON 

It was on a bright, spring, sunny morning 
in 1945 that I returned to my old home town 
after 16 years' absence. Naturally T expected 
that Wilmington would be a roaring metropolis 
with all the noisy characteristics of a modern 
city. But I was sadly disappointed. 

I was surprised to note, even in the center 
of the town, the lack of change since my 
departure. No new buildings had been con- 
structed ; no improvements had been made on 
the former; in fact, several of the structures 
which in my day had been the centers of active 
trade now stood empty and desolate, mere re- 
flections of a better age. 

There was a little sign of life in the square 
that morning. Idle clerks of the various busi- 
ness establishments stopped their drowsy day- 
dreaming long enough to scrutinize me closely 
as I passed. Evidently a stranger was seldom 
seen in Wilmington. But among these sleepy 
idlers I recognized none of my classmates, al- 
though several of them bore strong resemblance 
to other members of the High School. 

In front of the post office I met the one 
active person in the square. He was a short, 
fat man with a black moustache and beard. 
He was dressed in a policeman's uniform, and 
the lapel of his coat bore the badge ' ' Chief of 
of Police." The chief was evidently obsessed 
with the idea of his importance. He paced 
methodically up and down, peering into each 
store as he passed and examining the same 
store just as thoroughly as he retraced his 
footsteps... As 1 approached he hastened 
toward me with as long, deliberate steps as his 
short stubby legs would allow him to take. 

"Welcome to the town of Wilmington, 
stranger," he said in a deep important-sounding 
voice. "As chief of the Wilmington Police De- 
partment, as a member of the Wilmington Fire 
Department, as one of the Selectmen, as a 
member of the Wil— " 

"Thank you, thank you," I broke in, " but 
I am no stranger here. This is my home town. 
1 graduated from W. H. S. in 1929. I am here 
to look up my classmates." 



The chief's face broke into a smile. "Class 
of '29 ! Don't you know me?" 

I scrutinized him closely but his dark, 
bushy beard hid all characteristics that I could 
have recognized. He saw that I was puzzled. 

"Why, I am Chet Hinxman. Don't you 
remember Chester Hinxman?" 

"Why, Chet?" I extended my hand, 
"Well, do you know who I am?", 

"Sure, you're Sylvia Neilson. I'd know 
you're nose anywhere." 

I felt inclined to slap his face at this crude 
remark but resisted the temptation. 

"Well, how is the old gang, anyway? I 
presume they are well on the way to fame and 
wealth?" 

Chet coughed. "Well, er— ; that is — ; 
well, some are on their way but they haven't 
got so far. Suppose I show you around the 
town. I guess there won't be any disturbance 
around here while I'm gone." 

Judging by the graveyard quiet of the place 
I thought likewise but was too polite to say so. 

" First, we'll go to the garage that used to 
be called Bird Hill. One of our old friends is 
running that now. ' ' 

I couldn't for the life of me guess who had 
become a garage man but Chester refused to 
enlighten me. "You'll see," was all he said. 

" Is he doing much business?" 

"Well, no, not with men. But women 
drivers like to have their cars repaired there." 

I Mas surprised when I saw that garage. A 
beautiful garden surrounded it; spacious ave- 
nues, shady trees and beautiful flowers greeted 
the prospective customer. The building itself 
was covered with ivy. Surmounting the scene 
was a rose-tinted sign 

GEBHARD & COMPANY 
MOTOR SERVICE 

I was so shocked a baby could have knocked 
me over. 1 thought of Muriel as she had been, 
a dainty tripping miss ; I thought of her as a 
garage woman, probably clad in greasy overalls 
and covered with grime and grit. Truth is 
stranger than fiction. 

We entered the establishment and I en- 
countered another shock. Muriel was lounging 
on an upholstered divan, clad in a smock of 



the finest material, leisurely ordering: "Mr. 
James, after you have tightened that nut a little 
more securely spray the car with arbutus per- 
fume and have it delivered." Then she lan- 
guidly turned to Chester and me. She recog- 
ognized me immediately, but she was tactful 
and didn't explain how. 

"How can you make any money in this, 
and why did you take it up in the first place ? " I 
asked after greetings had been exchanged. 

"You remember," she explained, "at the 
close of school I didn't know what I wanted to 
do for a living. Tt was mere chance that I 
entered upon this line of work. My car broke 
down one day and, after spending an hour in 
the broiling sun, I expressed my feelings rather 
— er— freely. It was then that a passing auto- 
ist offered to assist me. He listened to my 
ejaculations and said 'You'd make a good 
garageman.' It struck my fancy, so I took a 
course in that business and here I am." 

"Did they teach you these methods?" I 
inquired, referring to the perfume and lan- 
guishing odors. 

" No, but I had to be different, and I make 
money too. I charge high prices and all the 
aristocrats in town, especially those on High 
street, are only too glad to patronize me. ' ' 

Just then another car came in and Muriel 
had to leave us. Chester and I now traveled 
down Church street. "Tell me," I said, "what 
some of our classmates are doing. Where is 
Watson Glover ! " Chester didn't answer im- 
mediately but I noticed that he wiped a tear out 
of his eye. 

"He isn't ill or dead, is he?" I exclaimed. 

"No, no, not so bad as that. He's only in 
jail." 

"In jail! Glover in jail! W hat for?' 
"Yes, in jail; down in Woburn ; sentenced 
last week to three months. He was arrested 
"or not paying alimony to his second wife." 

' ' Second wife ! What became of the first 
one?" 

"She committed suicide." 

Considering everything I wasn't so very 
much surprised but politely pretended I was. 

"And what about John Cooke?" 

Chester grinned broadly. "John? He's 
made a fortune." 



' ' Made his fortune ! Heavens [ What did 
he do; smash Wall street?" 

"No, but he made quite a sensation in 
college as a football player and got on all the 
front pages of the newspapers. Then the 
manufacturers of Listerine offered him $1000 to 
say he was cured of dandruff by their product. 
Blondex manufacturers gave him $15000 to say 
that he used their shampoo, and some perma- 
nent wavers offered him a large sum to declare 
he had secured a permanent at their establish- 
ment. " 

1 laughed. Unexpected results had cer- 
tainly come from my classmates. 

"Where is Alfred Woodman?" 

"Here's Woodman, now." was the reply. 

I saw, father down Church sireet, a slow 
moving, deliberate gentleman, dressed in dark, 
conservative clothes. He nodded a greeting to 
Chester as we passed, and absent-mindedly 
went on. Evidently his thoughts were far 
away. 

"What's he doing for a living?" said I, 
gazing at the absent-minded pedestrian. 

"He is a minister." 

" Is he a good preacher?" 

"They say he preaches very eloquently." 

"They say! Don't you know?" 

"Well, to tell the truth, I went only once 
and then I fell asleep." 

At this time a huge, lumbering truck 
rumbled by us. Painted in large letters was 
this sign : 

C. BLAISDELL & COMPANY 
COAL, WOOD AND ICE 

"So that's what Closson is doing," I re- 
marked. " Who is the '& Company?' " 

"Well, I don't know unless it is his wife. 
He married an out of town girl, you know — a 
movie actress." 

" Does she help in in his business?" 
" Yes, she takes care of his money for him." 
' ' How thoughtful of her, but it is probably 
necessary or he'd lose it all playing poker." 

On the outside of one of the dwelling 
houses part way down Church street I noticed 
the sign: 

BEAUTY PARLOR. E. PARK, MANAGER 

"Let's go in and see Eloise," I suggested. 



Eloise was in her element. Mirrors were 
all around her. Powder, paint, beauty clay 
and massage creams were in great abundance. 
Evidently she felt quite at home. She was 
occupied in applying beauty clay to a middle- 
aged woman when we entered. The features 
of the victim were strongly familiar but I 
couldn't place her for the moment. In the 
course of time, however, the clay was removed 
and the re-beautified countenance of Olive 
Surrette appeared. Eloise, I could see, was 
expert in her art. But as I reflected how even 
in the olden days she could deftly apply aids to 
heauty, I saw that her career was the natural 
outcome of her habits and taste. 

Eloise greeted me warmly at the close of 
her task, but Olive was so embarrassed at my 
finding her in this awkward position that she 
stalked away without looking at me. 

Soon afterward my guide and I approached 
the common and the chief object of my visit, 
the High School. "You'll be surprised," said 
Chester to me, "how little the school has 
changed. Mr. Hood is still the principal and a 
good number of our classmates are members of 
the faculty." 

" Then our teachers have better positions 

now?" 

"No, they are married," blankly stated 
Chet, 

Old Wilmington i I igh School was just the 

same. The size of the building hadn't in- 
creased, neither had the number of pupils. 

As we entered the building we were greeted 
by a dignified white-haired principal who little 
resembled the Mr. Hood of my recollection. 
His shoulders were stooped and his face was 
seared with lines of worry. Time had taken its 
toll. "Would you like to have me show you 
around the building?" kindly offered ^lr. Hood. 

I refused with thanks, lor I wished to 
explore without being unduly noticed. Chester 
grasped the opportunity and left. 

It was Thursday, and the irregular periods 
still held their sway. Supervized studies, 
Alpha periods, Glee club, drawing were still 
the dragons of school life. Pupils figeted and 
teachers chafed under the rule of tiring Thurs- 
days. 



Many familiar faces greeted me in Wil- 
mington High School. There was the drawing 
teacher, a tall, thin individual with a long nose 
— Marie Lundborg, popular among the pupils 
for her lack of discipline. Rumor has it that 
Marie had remained a spinster on account of a 
disappointed love affair. 

There was Muriel Marfleet, head of the 
commercial department, still dazing everyone 
by her exploits on the typewriter. Muriel was 
a widow and had resumed her maiden name. 
Her husband has suffered fatal injuries in a 
Harvard Frosh rush. 

There was Celia Cominsky, instructor in 
music and director of the High School orches- 
tra. Glee club still retained its old time favor 
and flavor. 

Down stairs in the kitchen, supplying 
lunches to the school children, w r ere Helen 
Butters and Mary Carter, grown fat with ex- 
cessive eating but still popular in spite of their 
cooking. They offered me some celery soup 
but I wasn't hungry enough to venture the risk. 
I did feel safe though in purchasing a standard 
make of candy. It was while I was compla- 
cently gnawing on this molasses bar that we 
heard a timid knock at the door. After some 
hesitancy in walked the two most disreputable, 
slovenly, shagged, ragged, haggard beggars 
that I had ever seen. Each asked w T hiningly 
for a hot dog. I was more than upset to recog- 
nize in this terrible plight, two of my former 
classmates, John Wilson and Robert Hefler. 
Upon interview they refused to explain the 
cause of their condition but by process of deduc- 
tion I judged it to be wine, women and song. 

As we left the kitchen and went upstairs 
whom should I spy, dressed in the regalia of a 
janitor sweeping the corridors, but Lowell 
Laffin. He was such a friendly old soul that I 
conversed with him quite some time. 

"Why hasn't Wilmington increased in 
size?" was one of the first questions I asked 
him. 

"Well, you see," drawled Laffin, biting his 
fingers between each word, "young folks don't 
like to attend this High School, so old people 
won't move here." 



I was indignant. "Why not? What's the 
matter with this High School?'' I exclaimed. 
"There isn't a better one in this Union." 

"Well, it isn't that, but they don't like the 
ban on whistling that Mr. Hood has established." 

I understood and sympathized. But what 
could be done? Just then Mr. Hood walked 
slowly down the corridor I could not help 
noticing how weary and old he appeared, poor 
dear! He seemed on the verge of a mental 
collapse. Something was surely worrying him 
to the point of insanity. 

"What ails him, Lowell?" I inquired as 
the ghostlike creature passed by. 

"It's the A. A. debt that's worrying him." 

"0, is that all! How much is the debt?" 

"Ninety-nine cents and nine-tenths of a 
mill." I was informed. 

' ' I'll strike a bargain with him ; Mr. Hood ! " 



"Yes, Madam," meekly answered my 
former mathematics instructor. 

Mr. Hood shivered with the intensity of 
his hope. "Yes, yes," he murmured eagerly. 

"I'll make out a check for the required 
amount if you will repeal this ban on whistling. " 

"The puritanical conscience of the princi- 
pal objected to the selling of his will for any 
price. Finally, after wiping the tears out of 
his eyes and blowing his nose vigorously several 
times, he yielded. "It's the only alternative I 
have;" he said sadly. 

I wrote out the check. 

"But where did you get the money?" he 
suddenly asked, for privately he had always 
doubted my ability to hold on to a nickel. 

"0," I nonchalantly replied, " I put Sousa 
out of business with my harmonica." 



» «»♦«> < 



The Gateway 



SYLVIA NEILSON 



We're gathered at the gateway; 

We linger here awhile; 
Before us bright hope beckons, 

Behind, fond mem'ries smile. 



For four long years she's led us 
Along our winding way, 

Until we gain the portal 

Of our Commencement Day. 



Dear Alma Mater leads us 
As far as life's threshold, 

And there she fondly bids us: 
"Tislife! Go forth! Behold 



No longer, Alma Mater, 
Have we thy guiding hand. 

We are about to travel 

A strange and unknown land. 



But though we may be scattered 
Our hearts as one shall be. 

We love thee, Alma Mater, 
Farewell, farewell, to thee! 




Last Will and Testament of the 
Class of 1929 

WATSON A. GLOVER 

We, the Class of 1929 of the Wilmirgton 
High School, feeling our approaching death, do 
now take up our pen to apportion our worldly 
goods. We bequeath without reservation the 
following articles: 

To the Juniors, our desks in room 101, in- 
cluding all engravings, caricatures and hiero- 
glyphics inscribed thereon. 

To the Sophomores, one can of ointment 
which is highly recommended for swelled heads. 

To the Freshmen we leave the sum of five 
cents (unrestricted) to start them on the road 
to financial independence. 

Now to the various members ©f the Senior 
Class: 

To Closson Blaisdsll, who hopes to sell ice 
in Wilmington, one special ledger which he will 
certainly need for bad debts. 

To Helen Butters, who can never be induced 
to speak audibly in class, this piece of sheet 
music, the words of which she is to sing every 
day to develop her vocal cords. 

To Mary Carter we bequeath this pair of 
stilts to enable her to see over her prospective 
employer' desk when she applies for a job. 

To Celia Cominsky. who finds it hard to 
keep a straight face, one brass tack to place in 
her shoe to give her pomething to worry about. 

To John Cooke, a Lorn business man who 
could go out with a jackknife and come back 
wi l h an automobile, one copy of tbe Bible to 
help him remember the Golden Rule when he 
reaches that stale of ecstac} which becomes a 
mi lionaire. 

To Muriel Gebhard, who has an incurable 
habit of primping, we bequeath this bottle of 
glue to be applied generously to the back of her 
pretty head to keep her hair in place so that she 
can be nonchalant in the presence of her 
employer. 



To Robert Hefler, champion bowler of the 
Senior Class, this seeond-haad pin with the com- 
pliments of the Wilmington Bowling alleys. 

To Cheater Hinxman, who hopes some day 
to fly the air mail (between Wilmington and 
Reading) we leave this resemblanoe of Lindberg 
to paste upon the dash of his cockpit. He is to 
gaze upon said resemblance to keep his courage, 
loyalty, dauntless spirit, or what have you,when 
he is overtaken by a brainstorm while flying 
over Wilmington High School. 

To Marie Lundborg, one can of paint to 
start her on her career as an artist in the adver- 
tising department of General Motors. 

To Muriel Marneet, hy-speed typist, one 
can of 3-in-l oil, the best insurance in the world 
against sticky keys and overheated bearings. 

To Sylvia Neilson, who hopes to become 
the first woman president of the United States, 
a letter of introduction to Mabel Walker Wille- 
brandt, who will probably start her as a 
prohibition agent. 

To Lowell I.affin we bequeath this club with 
which we hope he will have better luck collect- 
ing his future bills than he had while president 
of the Athletic Association. 

To Kloise Park, who wants to be a nurse, 
one tube of smelling salts which she may find 
helpful when she is attending a case of love 
sinkness. 

To Olive Surrette, who some day hopes to 
be a big help to her boss, we bequeath this note 
book to record her offers of positions, which we 
are sure will be many. 

To John Wilson, who also hopes to become 
an aviator, we bequeath this model airplane so 
that he may understand why an airplane flies. 

To Alfred Woodman, authority on parts of 
speech and flat tires, we leave one copy of 
W oolly for reference. 

Now, our worldly goods being duly divided, 
we set our hand and seal to this last W r ill and 
Testament, the twenty-fourth day of June, in 
the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred 
and twenty-nine. 



Senior Activities 

Blaisdell, Closson Kent 
Year 4 Baseball; manager of team 
4 Assistant manager of Alpha. 

Marfleet, Muriel Louisa 

2, 3, 4 Girls' basketball team. 

3, 4 Member of Library Council 
2 South Reporter for Alpha. 

Carter, Mary Eleanor 

2, 3 East reporter for Alpha. 

3, 4 Member of Library Council 

Neilson, Sylvia Dorothy 

2, 3 President of Class. 

2, 3, 4 Basketball. 

2, 3, 4 Silver Lake reporter, As- 
sistant Editor and Editor of 
Alpha. 

2, 3, 4 Member Library Council. 

4 Vice President Library Council 

4 Vice President of Class. 

4 Treasurer of A. A. 

4 Manager Girls' basketball team 

4 Class Prophet. 

Lundborg, Marie 

2, 3, 4 Girls' basketball. 

Hinxman, Chester Eugene 

1, 2, 4 Member of Orchestra. 

4 Football; track. 

4 Sports Editor of Alpha. 

4 Member of Library Council. 

4 Vice President Science Club. 

4 Class Historian. 

Wilson, John Milner 
4 Football. 
4 Circulation manager of Alpha. 

Butters, Helen Natalie 

1 Club reporter for Alpha. 
] Vice President of Class. 

Cooke, John Denbow 

1, 2, 3, 4 Orchestra member. 

3, 4 Football. 



Gebhard, Muriel Anne 

2, 3, 4 North reporter; Club re- 
porter; Editor of Alpha. 
2, 3, 4 Secretary of Class. 
2, 3, 4 Member Library Council. 

2 Secretary of Library Council. 
4 President of Library Council. 
4 Secretary of A. A. 

Glover, Watson Alexander 

2, 3, 4 Football. 

3, 4 Track. 

3, 4 Exchange Editor and Spec- 
ial reporter for Alpha. 
4 Captain of football team. 
4 Member of Library Council. 
4 President of Class. 
4 President of Science Club. 
4 Class Will. 

Surrette, Olive Mary 

1 Center reporter for Alpha. 
Park, Eloise Alfreda 

3, 4 Club reporter and Special 
reporter for Alpha. 

4 Treasurer of Class. 

4 Member of Library Council. 
Cominsky, Celia 

1, 2, 3, 4 Member of Orchestra. 
4 Library Council. 

Hefler, Robert Cecil 

2, 4 Football. 

3, 4 Basketball. 

3 Vice President of Class, 

4 Manager of basketball team. 
Laffin, Lowell Ellis 

3, 4 Assistant Manager and Man- 
ager of Alpha. 
3, 4 Member of Library Council 
4 President of A. A. 
4 Manager football team; track. 
Woodman, Alfred Henry 
4 Football. 




Those Advertising Slogans 

For Economical Transportation 

Sam Frolio's bike 
Hasn't Scratched Yet Mr. Hood 

Give Me the Facts Miss Marland 

The Skin You Love to Toueh 

Miss Wood 

Chases Dirt Mr. Perry 

Picture Ahead Miss Marcus 

A Little Goes a Long Way 

Miss Gulliver 
How I Learned to be a Musician in 

23 lessons Mrs. Kimball 

How I lost 53 pounds Miss Hubbard 

The Eternal Woman Mrs. Alexander 

Be Sure It's Wrigley's Miss Swain 

Better than Mustard Plaster 

The Faculty 

Quality, not Quantity Miss Hindenlang 
Put It Together with Screws 

The Sophomores 
Mild as May Eighth Graders 

Delicious and Refreshing 

Algebra Exam 
Not a Brain in a Carload Junior Class 
What a Difference a Few Cents 

Make A. A. 

Beautiful Members of the Younger 

Set Freshmen 



What their Names Mean 

O. M. Surrette Oh, My Soul! 



H. N. Butters 
C. Cominsky 
M. L. Lundborg 
S. D. Neilson 
E. A. Park 
R. C. Hefler 
J. M. Wilson 
C. K. Blaisdell 
J. D. Cooke 
W. A. Glover 
L. E. Laffin 
A. H. Woodman 
C. E. Hinxman 
M. A. Gebhard 
M. E. Carter 
M. L. Marfleet 



Huh! No Boys? 

Close Call 

My Little Lady 

So Darn Nutty 

Ever At Primping 

Ripping Crashing Hero 

Just My Weakness 

Can't Keep Busy 

Just Don't Care 

Win All Girls 

Let Everyone Love 

A Holy Wonder 

Can Endure Hugs 

Men Are Grand 

My Little Man 



WALTER L, HALE 
D.& H. 

Lackawanna Coal 

The Standard for 50 years 

New England Coke, Briquets 
Wood and Ice 

Service and Quality guaranteed 

Office and Yard, Clark Street 
Phone Wil. 6 



W, L. DEAN & CO. 

Insurance 

Life Casualty Fire 

Wilmington, Mass. Tel. 165 



JOSEPH B. McMAHON 
UNDERTAKER 

MODERN FUNERAL HOME 

Funeral Chapol and Private Rooms 

Complete Automobile equipment 

Prompt and courteous Service 

day and night 

Middlesex avenue Wilmington 

Tel. 192-2 or 192-3 



E, A. HARRIS 

Real Estate, Insurance 

Auto Insurance a Specialty 

Federal Street, North Wilmington 
Phones 170-3 and -4 



Class Committees 



The committees in charge of the various 
functions connected with graduation are : 

Invitation committee. Muriel Gebhard, 
chairman; Marie Lundborg, Olive Surrette. 

Committee in charge of Commencement 
number of the Alpha. Sylvia Neilson, chair- 
man; Marie Lundborg, Chester Hinxman. 

Committee to choose class motto and flower, 
Eloise Park, chairman ; Celia Cominsky, Alfred 
Woodman. 

Committee in charge of banquet. Alfred 
Woodman, chairman; Muriel Marfleet, John 
Cooke and Eloise Park. 

Committee to confer with the faculty to 
choose a suitable class gift. Sylvia Neilson, 
chairman; Olive Surrette and Chester Hinx- 
man. 

Reception committee. Olive Surrette, chair- 
man; Celia Cominsky, Eloise Park, Chester 
Hinxman, John Cooke. 

Pageant committee. Eloise Park, chair- 
man; Muriel Gebhard, Celia Cominsky, Mary 
Carter, Chester Hinxman, John Cooke. 




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Reading Co-operative Bank 

BRANCH OFFICE Bank Building, Wilmington 

New Shares paying 5 3 A per cent on sale during April and May 
Let us explain to you this splendid form of investment 





BANKING HOURS 


Daily 


9.00 to 12.00 a. m. 1.00 to 3.00 p. m. 


Saturday 


9.00 to 12.00 a. m. 7.00 to 9.00 p. m. 




CLEERCOAL 




100 per cent FUEL 




Service and Quality 



7ILMINGTON COAL AMD ICE CO, 

, Tel. ISA 



Main Street 




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READING 

MUNIZIP/L LIGHT DEPARTMENT 
READING, MASS. 

Phone Reading 1340 



EDWARD M. NICHOLS & SON 

Undertakers and Registered Embalmers 

Middlesex Avenue, Wrming oa 
Private Funeral parlor where servic s may be hcli 
Tei phone Wilmington 214 2 o> 214 3 
We have b:en serving th - Commun'ty since 1879 



BATHING CAPS 

Attractive Styles 

Various Colors 

Very Low Paces 

Save wiih Safety at your Rex ill S^orc 

McLaughlin & dennison 4 Rexaii Drug zxorz 

FOR YOUR HOUSEHOLD COMFORT 

NEW ENGLAND COKE 

S ive whm von us . Save when von buy 

OIL-O-MATIC and SUPER-HE ATO^ OIL BUSNB.IS 
The New Lynn Range Burner 

\11 v Mil Nil i-)i -.vide rc|iiil.i 1 i"i s 

F. H. PLIMPTON N0r.l1 Wilmington 

'!'.•'. Wl 350 



GUILFORD M. PALMER 

PLUMBING 4 HEATING 

Stove and Furnace Work 

Jobbing promptly attended to 

Estimates furnished 

Jones Ave., Wilmington Tel. 237 



Oldest and most reliable taxi 
service in town. Five-, six- 
and seven-passenger cars. . 

Call Wil. 37-2 



FARRELL'S TAXI 

Main Street Wilmington Square 
Cars for all occasions 
Phone 193-3 



L, S. HEMEON 
Gasoline Oils Accessories 

Main Street, Wilmington Square 

WALTER G. BUCKLE 

Insurance of every Description 

Church Street, Wilmington 
Tel. 338 



Wilmington 



Automobile Repair an< 
Sales Service 

See Charles Hunt first 



BATTERY SERVICE 

Batteries made to order 

Charged, Called for and Delivered 

All work guaranteed 
C. D. REILLY Tel 177 

CURRIER'S MARKET 

Fresh Fruits, Vegetables 

and Meats 

Orders taken and delivered 
Tel. 102 



airview oarage 

"Service" is our Motto 
Roger Buck, Manager 



Tel. Wil. 168 



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FRED A. LOWELL 
PRINTER 

WILMINGTON 

TELEPHONE 

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Specialty Printing 

ITEM PRESS 

WAKEFIELD 

Crystal 0080 



On the highway 
to Success 

You are on the highway to success when you have 
an account with this Bank to which you are regularly 
adding* If you have not made your first deposit — 
start today 

41 per cent interest paid on Savings accounts 
Capital, surplus and undivided profits over $215,000 

The First National Bank of Reading 



SPECIAL PASSENGER COACHES 

FOR PARTY WORK 

Parties accommodated any time anywhere 



MASON'S COACH SERVICE 



Tel. North Reading 22 



For a Demonstration of the new 
CHEVROLET SIX 

Call 72=3 

Ernest H Crispq Hopkins St. 



JAMES F. O'NEIL 
PLUMBING and HEATING 

Jobbing promptly attended to 

Wilmington 



Clark Street 



Tel. 385 



EDGERLY & BESSOM 

Funeral Service 

We serve any where, both in or out of town 
Funeral Home, 203-205 Main Street, Reading 
Telephone 0105 Reading